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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.