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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
the Germs,
June Days,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.