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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.