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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.