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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.