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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Ituana,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Little Man,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Japan,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.