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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Nico,
The Human League,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.