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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.