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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.