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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.