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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.