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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Skriet,
DNA,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.