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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.