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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bill Near to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.