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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.