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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
June of 44,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.