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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.