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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.