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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
ABBA,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.