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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lydon to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
JFA,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.