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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.