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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.