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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.