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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.