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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.