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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.