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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
The Names,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.