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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.