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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.