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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.