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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Magma,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.