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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
John Holt,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.