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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.