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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.