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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.