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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.