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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.