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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Index,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.