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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
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.