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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.