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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.