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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.