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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
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.