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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.