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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.