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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Index,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.