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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
The Index,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
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.