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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.