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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.