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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.