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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Q65,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.