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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.