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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.