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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.