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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.