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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.