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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Faust,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.