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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.