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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.