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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.