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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.