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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.