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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.