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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.