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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.