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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.