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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
The Names,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.