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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.