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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.