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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.