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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.