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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.