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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Index,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.