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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.