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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
The Cure,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.