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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.