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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Audionom,
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.