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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pole to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
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.