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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Technova,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.