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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.