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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.