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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
X-102,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.