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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.