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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.