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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.