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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.