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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.