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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.