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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.