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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.