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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ronan,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Crime,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.