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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.