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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.