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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.