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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Can,
a-ha,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.