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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Pole,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
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.