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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Swans,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Index,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.