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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.