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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.