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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
DNA,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.