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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.