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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Can,
Pylon,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.