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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.