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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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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.