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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Moon 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.