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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.