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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.