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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Evens to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Technova,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Franke,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.