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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.