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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Cale to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
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.