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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Scion,
JFA,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.