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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator 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?
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.