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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Can,
DNA,
10cc,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.