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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.