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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.