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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.