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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.