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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.