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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
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.