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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.