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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Slave,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.