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 Peru and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.