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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.