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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.