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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.