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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.