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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.