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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.