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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.