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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Index,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
The Move,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.