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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.