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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.