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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
June Days,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Can,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
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.