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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.