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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
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.