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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.