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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.