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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.