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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.