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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.