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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.