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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
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.