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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Franke,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.