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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Cale 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.