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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.