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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.