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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.