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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.