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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.