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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Motorama to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.