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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
MC5,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.