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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.