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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
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.