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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.