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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.