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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
The Human League,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.