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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.