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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.