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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.