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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.