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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.