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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.