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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.