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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.