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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Black Flag,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.