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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
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.