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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Can,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.