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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.