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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Q65,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.