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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.