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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.