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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Sound,
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.