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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.