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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 sitar and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.