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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.