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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.