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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.