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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.