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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.