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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 New Christs to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Slave,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.