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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
The Remains,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.