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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.