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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.