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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.