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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.