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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.