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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.