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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.