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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Gong,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.