Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.