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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.