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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.