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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.