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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.