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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.