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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 marimba 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.