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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.