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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.