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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.