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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.