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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
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.