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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.