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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.