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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.