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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
the Association,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.