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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.