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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.