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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.