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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.