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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.