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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Pole,
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.