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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Qualms,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.