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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.