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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.