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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Move,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.