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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.