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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.