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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.