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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Nas,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.