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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.