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 India and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.