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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Technova,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.