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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.