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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.