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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.