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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.