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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
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.