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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.