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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.