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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Wire,
Technova,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.