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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.