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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Q65,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.