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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.