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 Chile and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.