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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.