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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Offenders,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.