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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.