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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
ABC,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.