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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
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.