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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
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.