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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.