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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.