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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.