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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.