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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.