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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
JFA,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Gong,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.