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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.