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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.