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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.