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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.