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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.