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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.