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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.