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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.