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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.