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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.