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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.