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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Liliput to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.