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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.