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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Darondo,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.