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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.