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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.