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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.