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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.