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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars 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 disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.