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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.