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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
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.