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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.