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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.