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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
The Zeros,
X-102,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.