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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Crime,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.