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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The Fall,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.