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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Main Source,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.