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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
cv313,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.