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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Motorama,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.