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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.