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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
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.