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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.