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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.