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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.