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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.