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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
cv313,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.