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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.