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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Motorama,
Technova,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Jandek,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.