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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.