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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.