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 Gabon and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.