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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The Names,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
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.