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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.