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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.