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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
the Association,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.