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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.