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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
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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.