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 Barbados and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
CMW,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Ludus,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.