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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.