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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
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.