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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.