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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.