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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Index,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.