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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.