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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.