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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.