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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Television,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.