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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Standells,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.