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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.