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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.