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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.