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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
10cc,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.