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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Gong,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.