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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.