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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.