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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.