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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.