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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.