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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.