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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.