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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.