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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.