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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
MDC,
Cluster,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.