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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.