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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The Trojans,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.