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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.