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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.