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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Can,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
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.