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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.