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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.