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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.