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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Visage,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.