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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.