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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.