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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.