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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.