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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
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.