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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Organ to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Organ,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Ten City,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.