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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.