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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.