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 States and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 linndrum 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 Moleskins to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.