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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.