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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
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.