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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Index,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.