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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.