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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Visage,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.