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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.