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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.