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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.