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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.