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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.