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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.