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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.