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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
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Main Source,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.