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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
The Move,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.