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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.