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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.