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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.