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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
John Holt,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
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.