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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.