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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.