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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.