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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.