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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.