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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.