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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.