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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 organ and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.