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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Swans,
Main Source,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.