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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Television,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.