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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.