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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Magazine,
Inner City,
MC5,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.