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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Magma,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.