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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.