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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.