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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.