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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Move,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
AZ,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.