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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.