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 Chad and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.