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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.