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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
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.