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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Josef K,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.