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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Can,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.