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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.