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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.