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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.