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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
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.