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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.