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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.