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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.