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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.