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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.