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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.