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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
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.