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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.