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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
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.