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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.