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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.