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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Visage,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.