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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Human League,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.