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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.