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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.