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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.