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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.