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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.