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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.