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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.