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 Israel and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Index,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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.