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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.