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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.