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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.