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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.