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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.