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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.