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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.