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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.