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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Index,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.