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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.