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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
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.