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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.