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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 guitar 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.