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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.