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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.