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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.