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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Mars,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.