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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.