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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.