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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
June Days,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.