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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.