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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.