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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.