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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.