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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.