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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.