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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.