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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an organ 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.