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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.