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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Crime,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.