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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.