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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.