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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.