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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.