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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.