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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Index to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.