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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
the Swans,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.