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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.