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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.