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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Franke 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.