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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
a-ha,
UT,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
JFA,
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.