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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.