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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.