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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.