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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.