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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.