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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.