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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Gong,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.