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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Ossler,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.