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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.