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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.