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 France and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 AZ to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.