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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.