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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
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.