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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.