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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.