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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
CMW,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.