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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.