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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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?
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.