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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.