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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
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.