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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.