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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.