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 Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.