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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Index,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.