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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.