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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.