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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.