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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
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.