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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Brick,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.