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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.