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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Remains to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.