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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.