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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.