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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.