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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
The Evens,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Franke,
The Martian,
CMW,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.