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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.