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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.