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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.