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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.