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 India and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.