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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.