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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Smoke 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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.