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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.