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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
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.