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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.