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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Japan to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.