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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.