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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.