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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.