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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Gong,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.