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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.