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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Skaos,
CMW,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
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.