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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.