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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.