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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.