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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.