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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.