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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Quantec,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Visage,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.