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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.