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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Franke,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.