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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Amazonics,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.