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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.