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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.