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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Swans,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.