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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.