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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
MDC,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.