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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.