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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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.